She was walking black
on the large road
in the sleepy sun.
Just admiring the
dirt in the sky.
Happenings.
A suicidal king
butterfly landed
on her holly hand.
Just like that.
Simple as death.
Then she came here.
The butterfly was
sitting painfully
with her eyes quiet.
Contemplating, the wings,
two-sided wings,
were just listening
in the blue.

The morbid cough.